Nothing is enough for the man to whom enough is to little.
There is in every woman's heart a spark of heavenly fire which lies dormant in the broad daylight of prosperity, but which kindles up and beams and blazes in the dark hour of adversity.
Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks, shall win my love.
Indeed, there is an eloquence in true enthusiasm that is not to be doubted.
A sharp tongue is the only edge tool that grows keener with constant use.
The tongue is the only tool that gets sharper with use.
Age is a matter of feeling, not of years.
They who drink beer will think beer.
He is the true enchanter, whose spell operates, not upon the senses, but upon the imagination and the heart.
The tongue is the only instrument that gets sharper with use.
A woman's whole life is a history of the affections. The heart is her world: it is there her ambition strives for empire; it is there her avarice seeks for hidden treasures. She sends forth her sympathies on adventure; she embarks her whole soul on the traffic of affection; and if shipwrecked, her case is hopeless - for it is a bankruptcy of the heart.
The literary world is made up of little confederacies, each looking upon its own members as the lights of the universe; and considering all others as mere transient meteors, doomed to soon fall and be forgotten, while its own luminaries are to shine steadily into immortality.
The Englishman is too apt to neglect the present good in preparing against the possible evil.
One of the greatest and simplest tools for learning more and growing is doing more.
There is certain relief in change, even though it be from bad to worse! As I have often found in traveling in a stagecoach, that it is often a comfort to shift one's position, and be bruised in a new place.
The love of a mother is never exhausted. It never changes - it never tires - it endures through all; in good repute, in bad repute. In the face of the world's condemnation, a mother's love still lives on.
A father may turn his back on his child, brothers and sisters may become inveterate enemies, husbands may desert their wives, wives their husbands. But a mother's love endures through all.
Love is never lost. If not reciprocated, it will flow back and soften and purify the heart.
A kind heart is a fountain of gladness, making everything in its vicinity freshen into smiles.
Little minds are tamed and subdued by misfortune; but great minds rise above them.
Christmas is a season for kindling the fire for hospitality in the hall, the genial flame of charity in the heart.
A mother is the truest friend we have, when trials heavy and sudden fall upon us; when adversity takes the place of prosperity; when friends desert us; when trouble thickens around us, still will she cling to us, and endeavor by her kind precepts and counsels to dissipate the clouds of darkness, and cause peace to return to our hearts.
There is an enduring tenderness in the love of a mother to a son that trancends all other affections of the heart
There is in every true woman's heart, a spark of heavenly fire, which lies dormant in the broad daylight of prosperity, but which kindles up and beams and blazes in the dark hour of adversity.
There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition, and of unspeakable love.
Great minds have purposes; others have wishes.
It was, as I have said, a fine autumnal day; the sky was clear and serene, and nature wore that rich and golden livery which we always associate with the idea of abundance. The forests had put on their sober brown and yellow, while some trees of the tendered kind had been nipped by the frosts into brilliant dyes of orange, purple, and scarlet.
And if unhappy in her love, her heart is like some fortress that has been captured, and sacked, and abandoned, and left desolate...
It was the policy of the good old gentleman to make his children feel that home was the happiest place in the world; and I value this delicious home-feeling as one of the choicest gifts a parent can bestow.
Good temper, like a sunny day, sheds a ray of brightness over everything; it is the sweetener of toil and the soother of disquietude!
I sometimes think one of the great blessings we shall enjoy in heaven, will be to receive letters by every post and never be obliged to reply to them.
I consider a story merely as a frame on which to stretch my materials.
Some minds seem almost to create themselves, springing up under every disadvantage and working their solitary but irresistible way through a thousand obstacles.
There is certainly something in angling that tends to produce a serenity of the mind.
The easiest thing to do, whenever you fail, is to put yourself down by blaming your lack of ability for your misfortunes.
Some minds corrode and grow inactive under the loss of personal liberty; others grow morbid and irritable; but it is the nature of the poet to become tender and imaginitive in the loneliness of confinement. He banquets upon the honey of his own thoughts, and, like the captive bird, pours forth his soul in melody.
A barking dog is often more useful than a sleeping lion.
I've had it with you and your emotional constipation!
The sorrow for the dead is the only sorrow from which we refuse to be divorced. Every other wound we seek to heal - every other affliction to forget: but this wound we consider it a duty to keep open - this affliction we cherish and brood over in solitude.
He who wins a thousand common hearts is entitled to some renown; but he who keeps undisputed sway over the heart of a coquette is indeed a hero.